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...feels like you're mine, feels right, so fine, I'm yours, you're mine, like paradise... Paradise (Sade)

	The rest of that Saturday was a long, smooth ride through autumn perfection.  Everywhere we went, everything we did, all was just one steady flow of honey and cream.  We drove to the mall and moved slowly, slowly, up one side and down the other, our arms around each other's waists, blissing out on the Hallowe'en decorations, the older kids running from one temporary novelty outlet quickly thrown up in an empty store space to the next, the younger ones running and shrieking around the bizarrely colored, plasticized mushrooms and stepping stones and climbing rocks in the fenced-off area adjacent to the food court.  We walked down to Burnside & Regent to browse the magazine racks, where we considered the latest offerings in fashion, anime, cinema, science fiction, photography, journalism, alternate music, cooking, architecture, government; then drifted into the CD section of the store, ambling from one display rack to the next, pausing to don headphones and listen to samples of the music being hawked; then out to the heart of the store, to examine the volumes in every aisle, one by one: history, fantasy, comics, romance, games and puzzles, music, religion, new age, psychology, and coming to rest in the sociology section, where we spent a long time reviewing books on sexual technique and practice.  Rose found a chapter on anal intercourse in one of the books and drew my attention to it.  Looking up at me with those huge brown eyes, she mouthed the question, 'Lilly?'  I nodded slowly and meaningfully.  She touched an index finger to her chest and mouthed, 'Me?'  I placed my hand on the side of her face and kissed her on the forehead while I considered my answer, then bent my mouth to her ear and whispered, "If that is what you want, my love, then you shall have it."  A strange, slow smile crossed her lips, and she visibly shivered in anticipation at the thought.
	After pausing at the B&R coffee shop to get a couple of cheese danishes and a single Mocha Rococo with two straws, we eased out into the magnificent golden firewine of an autumn afternoon that made it damnably difficult to doubt the existence of God(dess?)...
	We didn't say much to each other the entire time.  We didn't need to.  We had slipped into the same groove, we were walking in each other's skin, we were riding the same wave.  After we got back from the mall, without a word, we both went to the storage shed where the bikes were, mounted, and in ten minutes' time, we were at the Griffin Ridge intersection, then down to the old trail that it seemed only we knew about, and a quiet rest in the first grassy clearing we came to.  There was no playing or teasing, only a long, quiet restful pause where we lay with our arms wrapped around each other, gazing at each other, at the earth below us, at the sky above us, at the universe around us.  A gaze that showed our reverence toward the earth, a thankfulness toward whatever creator or first cause had put us here and allowed us to find each other.  Rose leaned into me and placed her lips on mine, and we shared a single kiss into which we poured a lifetime's worth of love.  It was a moment where we touched eternity again.  No matter where I am in my life, or in the universe, I know that moment is an anchor, a touchstone I can grasp, a knowledge of at least one real thing, one absolute that I will never doubt, no matter what else life brings me.
	As the sun made it's final ride down the sky that evening, we stirred ourselves from the long grass.  After a languorous stroll to the bikes, a five-minute kiss, and another fifteen minutes to slowly ride back to the apartments, we stowed the bikes in their regular site.  While we were still in the storage building, but before I opened the door, Rose slipped her arms around me to bury her head in my chest and take a souldeep smell of my skin.
	"You smell sooo good," she murmured, "your smell is a man smell, it just smells like man, like strong and protecting and loving and..." she trailed off dreamily, then gave me just a brush of her lips.
	"I have to..." I started, and she nodded to show that yes, of course, she knew.  At the question in her eyes, I said "Fifteen minutes."  As a very tiny frown crossed her face, I had to chuckle and amend it to, "Okay, ten minutes."  A quick peck was my reward, and then she opened the door and slipped out into the common area, to go skipping lightly across the open space toward her apartment.  I made like Charlie Hustle and rounded up all the used towels at the pool, threw them in the washing machine (knowing full well I'd have to wash them again in the morning because I wouldn't be back tonight to throw them in the dryer before they started to mildew), checked the levels in the pool, did a quick run-through of the kitchen and rec areas, made sure both bathrooms had toilet paper, and stopped off at the locker room for a quick shot of mouthwash and a quick slap of Old Spice, ducked into my room to shove a fistful of condoms in my pocket, and sauntered over to Rose's apartment.
	She had shut and locked the door!  The little tease.  I knocked gently, and it was about thirty seconds before Rose answered.  She opened the door a crack, and I could look in to see she was wearing her bathrobe, with a towel across her shoulders.  She had smeared a breathtaking purple across her eyelids and her lips were burgundy blasphemy; her hair hung down over her face, a curtain through which her eyes sparkled and teased.
	"Yes," she answered coyly, putting her forefinger on her bottom lip and gazing up at me in her best Betty Boop fashion, "what would you like, sir?"
	"Well, miss, I happen to know you've nobody in that apartment with you at the moment.  If you're feeling in the least bit needy for some protection, or some company, or anything your heart desires, you just let me know.  I'm the guy to make it happen."
	"Well now, that sounds like an offer I can't refuse," she husked, suddenly Marilyn and hungry, and she opened the door wide, still standing in my way so that I had to walk right into her to come into the apartment.  As she opened her arms to wrap them around me, her robe parted to show me her creamy flesh.  She pushed the door shut behind me, and as I scooped her up into my arms so I could better enjoy her bared beauty, she hung her head back and placed her entire being in my hands.
	"What's your pleasure, miss?  Shall I rub some oil into your skin, or perhaps a leg rub?  Scalp massage?  Anything you want, you have but to name it, for I am your fool."
	She chewed her lower lip for a second as she considered her answer, then laid her head against my shoulder and said, "I would like a hot bath, slave.  Draw me one, scented with lavender and jasmine, if you please."  And she slapped me!  Not a hard slap, almost but not quite gentle, enough to leave a warm sting that lasted a few seconds.  I growled deep in my chest, and she squirmed in my arms at the feel of my growl against her cheek.  I deposited her on the couch, took another long look at her beautiful breasts peeking out from the open space in her robe as she lay there, then made my way to the bathroom and started filling the tub.  The scent was easy enough to find; a bottle of oil labeled "Audrey's Lavender Love" and a jar of crystals reading "Jazz Mine" were sitting next to the sink, and I sprinkled a generous amount of each under the faucet.  Waiting for the tub to fill, I stepped out into the hall and slipped off my shoes and socks.  As the shag carpet curled around my toes like an invitation to relax, the phone rang.  I stepped into the kitchen to answer it, but Rose beat me to it on the living room phone.
	"Hello," I heard her say, then, "Oh, hi mom!  Yeah, everything's fine here.  No.  No, we had breakfast at Walt's.  No, nothing special, we just schlepped around all day, wasted time, you know, just junk."  As I stuck my head around the corner to look at her, Rose smiled up at me and shrugged out of the robe, then lay down and slung a leg up over the back of the couch  so I could get a full view of her bared vagina.  I stuck my tongue out and panted like a dog, and she smiled and winked at me.  "No, he's not here right now, he had to go take care of some stuff at the pool or something.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes, I KNOW.  Yes, I KNOW, mom.  Yes, mom, he'll be here soon.  No, we're just gonna stay in and watch the boob tube or something," and she grinned a devil's grin as she said this, caressing her breast, pinching her nipple and licking her lips.  "I dunno, maybe order a pizza or something.  No, mom, I KNOW he's not made of money.  C'mon mom, that stroganoff's a week old, you shoulda tossed it out.  Okay, okay, three days old.  NO, mom, I DON'T mind strokin' off," and she looked me right in the eye as she rubbed her vagina with her free hand.  Holy God.  My heart began racing like a Formula One engine at this little display, and the look on her face told me she knew it.  "No mom, you don't have to call later, he'll be here.  No mom, it's oka... NO, mom, its... hang on a minute, I think he's just now coming in."  She hooked a finger at me, and with some small difficulty (owing to my raging erection), I walked over to the couch and took the handset as she offered it to me.
	"Hello Brent," Marjorie said in response to my hello, "she's not giving you any trouble, is she?"  After I assured Marjorie that everything was fine, I asked how she was doing, to learn she had spent the day sightseeing; visiting the Coca-Cola museum, the Atlanta Underground, the Westin Peachtree.  I told her to relax, that Rose was being a perfect angel (as I said this, Rose placed a foot on my thigh and wiggled her toes against my hardness, giggling softly), that we were just now settling in for the night, and that she should relax and enjoy, she certainly deserved it.  After handing the phone back to Rose, I went back to check on the tub and found it had filled nicely; the scented oil and crystals left a subtle aura in the room, and I dialed down the dimmer switch for the light to about 20 percent of full, then selected a huge mint green towel from the linen closet and laid it on the sink.  Before I could exit, a naked Rose sashayed in and took a quick glance at the tub.
	"Thank you, slave, that will do nicely," she purred, her hand running up the back of my thigh and cupping my butt for a gentle squeeze, "now get in with me so you can please me."
	"Your wish is my command, mistress," I said with my head bowed, and I shed my clothes in less time that it takes to tell.  I held her hand as she stepped into the tub and sat down, then climbed in myself.  The water level rose dangerously, and a tiny wavelet slopped over the edge onto the floor.
	"That won't do," she pouted, "we might have to move around a bit.  Be a good boy and let some water out, will you?"  I eased the stopper open and let the water drain until it was a few inches below the top of the tub.  While I was doing that, she was gently teasing my balls with the toes of one foot, the other foot draped over my shoulder.  I kissed and licked the calf that was by my face, slowly reaching into the space between her legs and drawing a finger between her labia, tickling and teasing, making her squirm and coo with delight.  We didn't get much beyond that, and no real washing happened; it was more therapeutic than anything else, simply stroking and playing, with no real urgency, a lover's bath.  When the water had cooled enough and our fingers and toes were wrinkling nicely, I stood and reached for the towel, then helped her up and out.  The towel was large enough that I was able to wrap it around both of us, and she snuggled in close and straddled my erection while exploring my ass with her probing fingers.
	"Are you hungry?" she asked.  "Cause I'm not.  Not really.  Not for food, anyway," and without any warning, she slipped a lavender-softened finger into my asshole, up to the second knuckle, and wriggled it deliciously for a few seconds.  I had never had that sensation before, and my sharp intake of breath told Rose she had succeeded in giving me yet another first.  She gazed up at me with a fierce hunger and whispered, "We can do this tonight, yes?  I mean, you're gonna... gonna fuck me... in the ass... aren't you?"
	"Rose," I scolded, "you should know better than to ask.  I can't refuse you anything, you know that."  She sighed deeply and pulled her finger out of my ass, then slapped me again, just a shade harder than she had the first time.  "If you don't stop doing that," I warned, "I might start to enjoy it."  She made a soft shriek of delight and wrapped her fingers around my scrotum, then gently, gently, so as not to hurt me, but firmly, firmly, to let me know she was in charge, pulled me by the balls, out of the bathroom and down the hall to Marjorie's bedroom.  She turned on the bedside lamp to create a warm glow, then sat on the bed and, using my balls as a steering mechanism, placed me directly in front of her, my erection just level with her throat, and she bent down to swirl her tongue around the head.  Suddenly, she pulled back and looked up at me.
	"Can we have some more wine," she pleaded, "please?  It'll relax me, and help me when you..." she paused a second, clearly excited at what she was saying, "when you put your cock up my asshole."  I could only nod in agreement, and I went to the kitchen and got the remaining ros and a couple of glasses.  When I got back to the bedroom, an irresistible tease of Navy crawled into my awareness, curled around several times, and settled down for a long nap in a corner of my subconscious where it could make it's influence felt without being noticed; Rose had applied the perfume to her neck and, as I was soon to discover, to the small of her back, just above her asscheeks.  I filled each glass and handed her one, then sat beside her and took a drink from mine.
	"Tell me about when you did it to Lilly," she said, "what did you do?  Did you have to prepare or do anything special, or did you just put it in?"
	"Well, even though Lilly had done it a lot before she met me, and she was really used to it, she still needed me to take it very slowly whenever we started doing it.  We had to use lubricant, because a rectum can't get wet and slippery like a vagina can.  Even when she was totally lubed up, it probably took more than five minutes for me to work my way all the way in.  I couldn't go any faster than that without hurting her, and even then, she said it still hurt a little bit.  But once I was all the way in, she was able to really relax into it, I guess because her asshole was able to stretch to fit, and once it did, she had me just start pounding away really hard, I mean, really slamming it in, and she said it felt fantastic."
	"Mmmmmmm..." Rose murmured.  "I'm a little scared, but I think I'm more excited than scared."  Her nipples were sticking straight out from her breasts, and as I pinched and rolled them, her breath came in harsh little gasps of delight.
	"Do you have any petroleum jelly we can use to make it slick?" I asked, and Rose nodded, then went to the bathroom to fetch it.  I called after her to bring my pants back from the bathroom.  When she handed them to me, I retrieved a condom from the pocket and was about to open it; Rose stopped me with a hand on my arm.  My questioning look brought a deep sigh from her.
	"If I can't get pregnant from taking it in the ass, then I'd like to feel you, I mean, really FEEL you, inside me.  Your flesh, that is, without a condom.  Is that okay?"  I could only smile in acceptance.
	"If that's what you want, angel," I told her.  She nodded eagerly, and a warm glow filled my chest as we each downed our wine.  Rose refilled the glasses, and we toasted each other, then linked our arms to toss down our drinks at a single draught.  There was only enough wine left in the bottle now for one more glass each, and I said nothing as Rose poured.  Again we linked arms, and after finishing, set our glasses on the dresser.
	"Whooa," Rose breathed, "wow, I'm a little dizzy.  And fizzy.  And fuzzy."  Her eyes came to rest on my stiffness.  "And horny."  She took a handful of my balls and massaged them tenderly, kneading and stroking.  She bent to take me in her mouth, her incredible, warm, wet, talented mouth, and I laid back and let her work her magic.  As she sucked, she moved around into a 69 position, straddlng my face, and I was staring up into her two openings.  I licked her vagina for a bit, feeling her wetness flow down over my nose and chin, then worked my way up to her rectum.  As I stuck my tongue in, Rose continued to suck, but she was making little mewling noises in the back of her throat each time I penetrated her.  I fingered her vagina, soaking my digits in her juice, reaching inside and stroking, then slipped my middle finger into her rectum; it slid easily in, all the way to the base, and Rose stopped sucking to let loose a little cry.  I asked if she was okay, and she said, "God, yesssss, that feels so weird but it feels so good, too."  I pulled out, then locked my pussy-slicked index and middle fingers together and slid those in.  Rose gasped and squirmed, then said, "God!  Damn!  God damn!  OhmyGod, that feels so damn weird!  Oh Jack, stroke it, please, stroke my asshole!"  I obliged by finger-fucking her ass, then quickly tried to add my ring finger for a three-finger penetration.  I managed to do it, but it was so tight, so very tight, and Rose started to hyperventilate.  "Ow, Jack, that hurts, it hurts, but it's good, it's a hurt that feels good, I can't describe it.  No, don't stop, don't stop hurting me good like that!"  I stroked for a little longer while Rose kept bobbing up and down on my cock, grunting and groaning.  After a few more minutes, I pulled my fingers out and asked if she was ready.
	"Yes, yes, God, yes, I'm ready for it Jack, I'm ready, please do it, do it now, I'm so horny, fuck my ass, lover, fuck me hard in my ass!"
	Hearing my precious little Rose talk like this made me so hard it hurt.  I could have punched through a concrete wall with it and never noticed.  I pulled Rose off me, then reached over to take the petroleum jelly off the nightstand.  I smeared a glob of it all up and down my member, then rubbed another glob into her sphincter.  She scrambled to her hands and knees, facing the mirror on the dresser so she could see herself as I entered.  I positioned myself behind her and gripped her hips, then rubbed the head of my cock slowly up and down her crack, letting the head catch on her rectum several times before stopping there.
	"Are you ready, angel?" I asked.  Rose bit her lip and looked back at me, nodded briefly, then turned back to look at her reflection.  I pushed gently, and for a moment, nothing happened.  I stroked her back, telling her to try to relax.  I pushed a little harder, and the head of my cock began to push her open.  I kept going until half the head was in, then pulled out.  I repeated this several times, each time making my way just a tiny bit further.  On the last push, I got the entire head in, then stopped to ask Rose if she was okay.
	"Yes, I'm okay," she said, "it feels SO weird, it kinda hurts, can you just stop there for a second?"  I assured her we had all the time in the world, and I continued to kneel there, not moving, letting her adjust to the sensation.  When she nodded, I pushed in a tiny fraction more, then another tiny fraction, then another, pausing each time in case she wanted to tell me to stop.  After the fifth push like that, she suddenly cried out, "Stop, Jack, stop, it hurts, it hurts, no, no, don't take it out, don't take it out, just stop, but leave it there for a minute, okay?"  I did precisely as she asked, and as we bided our time, I was stroking her thighs, massaging her waist, touching her back, giving her every possible pleasurable distraction I could.  After a minute more, she nodded.  "Okay, I'm ready for some more, but slow, okay?"  Looking her reflection in the eyes, I nodded, then slid in yet a little more, then a little more, then a little more... by the time I was halfway in, she was breathing heavily.  "Stop, stop, it's better this time, but I still need you to stop for a minute," she panted.  We waited again.  This time, instead of telling me to go, she took the lead, slowly pushing herself backwards onto me, controlling the entry, and she kept pushing steadily until I was all the way in, and she stopped and dropped her head to the mattress.  "God, it hurts, it hurts Jack, but it's not terrible, it's just so weird."
	The feeling was unbelievable.  Her tight, tight, tight hole gripped me, and as I flexed my cock inside her, she cried out.  I asked if she was okay, and she nodded vigorously.  "It's starting to get better, it's really starting to feel good.  Pull out some and then put it back in," she directed, and again, I did as she asked.  This time, I was rewarded with a long "ooooooo, ooooooo, oh God, Jack, it still feels so weird, but it feels really really nice now."  She pulled herself off of me, almost all the way, then backed into me again.  "Oh God, oh God, oh that's it, that's really it, Jack!  I'm ready for it now, love my asshole Jack, love my asshole as hard as you can!"  Gripping her firmly by the hips, I started to thrust in earnest, reaching around to put my fingers at the top of her pussy, stroking and sliding my fingers over her clitoris.  She buried her face in the mattress again and said, "mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm".  The friction on my shaft was almost unbearable, and I knew I was about to lose it.  I didn't do anything to warn her, I just kept pumping hard, slamming into her, making her whole body vibrate, smacking my balls against her, and then the feeling got so intense I roared without realizing I was doing it, and suddenly I was shooting into her, pumping my semen at a hundred miles an hour, and she screamed, "OH YES, FUCK YES, FUCK YES, FUCK YES, don't stop, don't stop, keep pounding me, keep pounding, oh God that feels SO GOOD!!!"  After I finished cumming, I didn't let up, just kept pounding into her, shaking her, stroking her clitoris, and then her head sprang up and down wildly, dangerously out of control as her orgasm slammed into her, and I fell onto my back, still gripping her hips, still buried in her ass.  She was gasping, we were both covered in sweat, and she rolled off of me to lay her head on my arm, her face buried in my armpit.
	"Mmmmm, aaahhhh, oh Jack, that was too much, it was fan-freaking-tastic!  Anal sex is SOOO good, I wish you could feel how good it is, I wish I could do it to you."  We lay quietly for a while, just relaxing in the glow; but I was waging a fiece internal dialogue, trying to come to terms with her wish, wondering what it would mean for me if I gave in.  In the end, it was my love for her, my desire to grant her every wish, that won out.
	"Sweetheart," I started, stroking her hair, and she kissed me just below the armpit before looking up.  "Angel, what would you say if I told you there WAS a way you could do it to me?"  She just looked blankly up at me, not understanding.  I took a shuddering breath to gather my courage, then told her, "There's a device called a strap-on, that you can wear, that's like a stiff penis attached to a harness that straps around your waist.  If we got you one of those, you could have your wish, you could perform anal sex on me."
	No matter what else I may have thought or felt, the wonder and hope in her face at that moment made it all worthwhile.  She was absolutely radiant at the thought of being able to pleasure me the way I had pleasured her.
	"Oh, Jack, you'd really let me do that to you?  For real?"
	"Yes, my love," I sighed, "for real."
	The afterglow we were feeling induced a euphoric drowsiness, and for the second time in two days, as I fell asleep with my contacts still in my eyes, I knew that in future, I'd have to make a habit of taking them out before we started any sexplay.